Veil is symbol of strength,
people behind them are not weak.
Enemies are my target with
friends I don't play hide and seek.
Those who follow Prince of
paradise they can always dare.
Quran is the Furqan*, an ancient
book, so common yet so rare.
Friends can always advise,
I know It is not good to have pride.
Your words taken positively,
believers are helpers and guide.
I know very well that world
knows one by one's presentations.
And I am well aware that God
judges one by one's intentions.
But your presentation effects
other's intentions as well.
'Hold to the rope and do not
divide', very loudly I want to tell.
Don't use your color black to
divide and target only color green.
When green is turned red in
black anger needs to be seen.
Let me give strength to your
wings fly high, high, very high.
But very high there is vacuum,
you cannot breathe or sigh.
Check ****** expressions,
in shadows please don't find clues.
Friends may tolerate but
enemies will laugh at your muse.
Surmising eyes in shadows
of a rat may see a bear.
Shadow of a little cat a very
large tiger may appear.
My dear friend don't read
too much between the lines.
let me remove the black clouds,
see the bright sunshine.
My dear friend don't read
too much between the lines.
Let me assure you,
everything is fine.

They search my tongue,
individually, old and young.
See my mouth, one by one.
But sadly they find none.
Declare me dumb in turn.
And when all of them return.
I Pull my hand from pocket.
Slowly like bomb or rocket.
I look at right one and smile.

Wingless yet so high,
flies deep into sky.
Swiftness impossible to match
even edges of time cannot catch.
Within a blink can reach any nation.
Such is my Imagination.

My enemy let us compete,
in game unique, offbeat.

This is my father's vintage gun,
using it we'll have some fun.

Rules of the game let us fix,
bullet is one, chambers are six.

Rotate the chambers putting bullet in one,
where is the bullet will be known to none.

Pointing each one's head in turn,
we'll pull off the trigger one by one.

At the very outset brain can rend
or game can go till the very end.

Six times of nervous ******
is enough to make the projectile burst.

With anguish and pain looser will yell,
very soon his soul will reach fiery hell.

Winner's anger and hate will get a vent,
future will give him enough time to repent.

My enemy let us compete,
in game unique, offbeat.

Here again comes Mr Nice.
Sighting girls melts like ice.
Again poked his ***** nose.
I think it is time for a dose.

He gave a negative comment.
She took it in a positive way.
He called her ' A Model '.
She interpreted ' An exemplar '.
But he meant ' A Copy '.

Mercy in small
peices broken apart.
Each of equal size
in hundred parts.
Ninety nine remained
with God unsent.
Only single part for
creation was sent.
Yet enough to show
mercy to each other.
Want to see then
see eyes of a mother.